The boys then throw their heads back, wailing harder and I…

Well, I do something that, in retrospect, is probably very dumb.

But I gasp and smile broadly, my eyes shining as I lean forward, my voice breathless with joy. “Girls!?” I ask Alvin, thrilled. “They’re girls!?”

“See!” he shouts, staring daggers at me and leaping up from my lap. “You are happy they are girls! You will love them more!”

“No, I –“ I say, trying to wipe the smile from my face and failing.

“Mamaaa,” Ian moans, like his life is ending, slipping bonelessly from his father’s lap to fall in a puddle on the floor. “You will love them – you will forget about us –“

“I won’t, I promise I won’t!”

“You still have me!” Victor offers to the boys, putting out a hand towards him.

Betrayed, I spin on him, my mouth falling open. “What!” I gasp.

“Oh come on, Evelyn,” Victor says, raising his eyebrows seriously at me. “You’re totally going to love two little girls more –“

“What!?” I screech a hand going to my heart, honestly betrayed. “Not more!” I insist, working to say more, but my argument is drowned out but the growing cries of my two sons.

And then, I lose it. I just burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of the whole thing – about finding out that I’m pregnant with a second set of twins because my genius children can hear their sisters’ heartbeats, about being accused of keeping secrets, about Victor taking their side –

I’m shaking with laughter, unable to help myself, and I feel Victor’s arms warm around me, feel him laughing too. The boys continue to cry, but we just…

Well, maybe it’s bad parenting, but we just let them. They are in for a big change – maybe it’s normal for them to feel a little grief over it.

But a few minutes later, I feel little paws against my leg and open my eyes, my laughter abating a little, to see my Ian’s tear-stained face close to me.

“Come on, baby,” I murmur, helping him up onto the bed and into my lap. “Don’t be sad – I promise not to love them more than you.”

“Do you promise to love them less?” he asks, sniffing.

And I can’t help it. I lie. “Sure, baby,” I whisper, smoothing a hand over his hair. “Just for you, I’ll love them just a little tiny bit less. You’re my first babies, after all. It’s only fair.”

smug, and leans

all sit for a minute, catching

crazy – double the emotions – what if

with a fervid little push. Let’s just – handle these two, and

giving him a sniff and

though, something

wanting to set him off again. “How did you know?”

looks at me curiously, his eyes

I explain, watching him.

as if it’s obvious. “We tried to mind-link with

sharply down at his son. “You can mind-link with the

have minds yet –“

eyes at us. I press my lips together to keep from laughing, not imagining that he’d take that well in his current mood. I nod to him, letting him know that

He hesitates, thinking.

Ian postulates, turning to look down at my belly. “We could…touch them. We knew that they felt…good, I guess? It wasn’t really a

will be girls,” Alvin says, assured. “I don’t know how we know. But we

could connect with each other because you were…well, because you’re twins. You’ve always been connected.

shrugs, not knowing and

with girls

to make sure

up at Victor and me. “Can you go away

“What?” Victor asks, confused.

have had a hard morning. We would like some alone time so that we

see just how cute I think that is. I don’t want them to think I’m being condescending because, in reality, I think it’s wonderful that they’re asking for space when the need it.

the mom…she just wants to squeal at

my lap, standing up. The boys move to the other

I can leave, though, he stops and calls to Ian

turn to us,

this a secret, okay? A family

glad to be

them as they turn away. Victor and I head

Victor sweeps me up into his arms, spinning me around in the hallway, burying his head again against my shoulder. I give

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